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had dealt me. Then he lifted his eyes to mine to ask earnestly, тАШYouтАЩll come by
tomorrow night, wonтАЩt you? I need to talk to you. ItтАЩs very impottant.тАЩ
тАШIтАЩll come by tonight. If Jinna does not mind.тАЩ I looked past HapтАЩs shoulder at
her as I released him from my embrace.
тАШJinna wonтАЩt mind at all,тАЩ she assured me, and I hoped only I could hear the
extra note of warmth in her voice.
 тАШSo. IтАЩll see you tonight. When youтАЩre sober. Now to bed with you, boy.тАЩ I
rumpled his wet hair, and he muttered a good night. He left the room to seek his
bedchamber and I was suddenly alone with Jinna. A log collapsed in the fire and
then the small crackling of its settling was the only sound in the room. тАШWell. I
must go. I thank you for letting me wait for Hap here.тАЩ
Jinna set down her knitting again. тАШYou are welcome, Tom Badgerlock.тАЩ
My cloak was on a peg by her door. I took it down and swirled it around my
shoulders. She reached up suddenly to fasten it for me. She pulled the hood of it
up over my shorn head, and then smiled as she tugged at the sides of the hood
to pull my face down to hers. тАШGood night,тАЩ she said breachlessly. She lifted her
chin. I put my hands on her shoulders and kissed her. I wanted to, and yet I
wondered that I allowed myself to do it. Where could it lead, this exchange of
kisses, but to complications and trouble?
Did she sense my reservations? As I lifted my mouth from hers, she gave her
head a small shake. She caught my hand in hers. тАШYou worry coo much, Tom
Badgerlock.тАЩ She lifted my hand to her mouth and put a warm kiss on the palm of
it. тАШSome things are far less complex than you think they are.тАЩ
I felt awkward, but I managed to say, тАШIf that were true, it would be a sweet
thing.тАЩ
тАШSuch a courtierтАЩs tongue.тАЩ Her words warmed me until she added, тАШBut gentle
words wonтАЩt keep Hap from running aground. You need to take a firm hand with
that young man soon. Hap needs some lines drawn or you may lose him to
Buckkeep Town. He wouldnтАЩt be the first good country lad to go bad in a town.тАЩ
тАШI think I know my own son,тАЩ I said a bit testily.
тАШPerhaps you know the boy. ItтАЩs the young man I fear for.тАЩ Then she dared to
laugh at my scowl and add, тАШSave that look for Hap. Good night, Torn. IтАЩll see you
tomorrow.тАЩ
тАШGood night, Jinna.тАЩ
She let me out, then stood in her doorway watching me walk away. I glanced
back at her, a woman watching me from a rectangle of warm yellow light. The
wind stirred her curly hair, blowing it about her round face. She waved to me, and
I waved back before she shut the door. Then I sighed and pulled my cloak more
tightly around me. The worst of the rain had fallen, the storm decayed to swirling
gusts that seemed to lurk in wait at the street corners. It had made merry with the
festival trim of the town. The blustering gusts sent fallen garlands snaking down
the street, and whipped banners to tatters. Usually the taverns had torches set in
sconces to guide customers to rheir doors, but at this hour they were either
burned out or taken down. Most of the taverns and inns had closed their door for
the night. All the decent folk were long abed, and most of the indecent ones, too.
I hurried through the cold dark streets, guided more by my sense of direction
than my eyes. It would be even darker once I left the cliff-side town behind and
began the winding climb through the forest towards Buckkeep Castle, but that
was a road I had known since my childhood. My feet would lead me home.
I became aware of the men following me as I left the last scattered houses of